Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

In the inner courtyard of the palace, the Rongan Hall where the old lady lived was brightly lit, and the maids and servants were kneeling on the floor.

The old lady's headache never stopped, and she held her head in pain and wailed on the bed.

Murong Xiao Su Rong stood in front of the bed and yelled at the doctor: "If I give you one more cup of tea, if you still can't relieve the pain of the old lady, I will chop off your head!"

"My lord, please spare my life. It's not that I don't want to be treated. There are so many doctors who have come here but I can't do anything. I'm not a god, so what can I do?"

The government doctor knelt down to plead guilty, saying that even beheading would not be able to do anything.

At this time, a guard came in from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, when my subordinates sent the Princess to the abandoned hospital, the Princess asked her subordinates to give the Prince a message, saying that only she can cure the old lady's illness. The old lady is not feeling well at the moment. Would the Prince want the Princess to come and take a look? "

Murong Xiao was so worried that he couldn't bear to listen to these words: "Get out of here and tell that stupid woman to be honest to me. Don't force me to kill anyone!"

The guard was so frightened that he stood up and retreated out of the door. He happened to bump into the stable steward who came to find him.

The steward ouched, Murong Xiao heard the sound and looked over, asking in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

The man in charge was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and stammered what Chu Zhao had taught him.

Murong Xiao listened quietly and did not react immediately. There were unknown emotions flowing in his deep eyes.

An ugly and mediocre woman suddenly became sharp-tongued and ruthless after her death. She not only knew how to kill people, but also had medical skills.

These things were simply weirder than her resurrection from the coffin.

Su Nuanyu was pretending to wipe her tears in front of the old lady's bed. Seeing that Murong Xiao remained silent, she called him softly.

"Your Majesty, my sister has always acted responsibly and never lied. She said that she has been learning medical skills from the immortals in the Taoist temple since she was a child. Maybe there is a magic formula but I don't know. Why don't you let me give it a try?"

Of course, Su Nuanyu didn't really speak for Chu Zhao. She didn't believe that Chu Zhao could cure the disease at all.

Even if Chu Zhao really learned something in Taoist temple, she would not be able to cure the old lady's stubborn disease.

But since that ugly guy vowed to boast about Haikou and wanted to attract the prince's attention, she didn't mind adding fuel to the fire to fulfill her wish.

If the old lady cannot be cured by then, the prince will never spare her.

Murong Xiao glanced at Su Nuanyu, and after a moment, nodded: "Okay, it's up to you."

Su Nuanyu was secretly happy and hurriedly gave instructions: "Beiyuan, take people to the abandoned courtyard to invite the princess over."

Beiyuan only obeyed Murong Xiao's orders and was indifferent to her instructions.

Su Nuanyu was embarrassed and was about to speak again when the old lady held her head and said loudly: "No, she is not allowed to come. That ugly ghost just climbed out of the coffin and is full of bad luck. I don't want to see her!"

"Old madam, now is not the time to stress about these things." Su Nuanyu patiently coaxed her, "Every doctor in the city is helpless about your illness. Since my sister said it can be cured, let's let her give it a try. If it's cured, I If a person is protected from illness and cannot be cured, why should he just let the old lady punish him?"

The old lady couldn't bear the pain, so she nodded after being persuaded.

"Okay, call her here. If she can't be cured, I won't let her go!"

When Murong Xiao saw the old lady relaxed, she waved her hand to Beiyuan to bring someone over.

The previous guard knelt on the ground with a troubled expression on his face: "Your Majesty, the princess said that if you want her to treat the old lady, the prince must carry the sedan to pick her up."

"What? She has such a big face, it would be better for me to kill her myself!"

Murong Xiao's anger finally couldn't be suppressed, so he pulled out the sword from Beiyuan's waist and rushed to the abandoned hospital angrily.

Su Nuanyu was secretly surprised.

The prince has always been thoughtful and restrained, and his thoughts are even more unfathomable, but now he lost control of his emotions because of Chu Zhao's words.

That bitch has a lot of ideas after she died, and she has learned to find another way.

It's a pity that she used the right method but forgot about her ugly face.

Men's pity for beauty is only for beauty. She is so ugly, which will only make the prince more disgusted and make her die faster.

Su Nuanyu smiled contemptuously and had already begun to imagine Chu Zhao being pierced through the heart by the prince's sword.

In the abandoned courtyard, Chu Zhao asked the person who brought food for a basin of warm water and a lamp, and was wiping the boy's wounds under the lamp.

Because of the difference in dignity, the child refused to let Chu Zhao wipe him at first. Chu Zhao gave him an order in the name of the princess, and he took off his clothes awkwardly.

The blood snaked down his thin and rugged back, and he reluctantly straightened his waist. The muscles that were still developing were still a little green, but the wildness of the young man was ready to come out.

"Does it hurt?" Chu Zhao said, "How about we talk to distract ourselves?"

The young man gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Chu Zhao asked him: "What is your name?"

"The slave has no name, they all call me Ma slave." The young man replied with a trembling voice.

Chu Zhao frowned: "This is a bad name. I see that you are proud, so why not call you Aao?"

"A'ao?" The young man turned to look at her, his dark eyes glistening wetly, "It's fine as long as the princess says so. I only listen to the princess."

"Okay, then it's settled." Chu Zhao said, "A'ao, where are you from, how did you come to the palace, and where is your family?"

"I don't know." Aao turned back and slowly shook his head, "I came from Liangzhou. There was a war there. I was injured and forgot who I was. A horse dealer took me to Yunzhou. , sold to the prince along with dozens of horses."

"Oh, then you are too pitiful."

Chu Zhao raised his hand and rubbed his disheveled head, thinking that this child and he really had the same problem.

Aao's body suddenly froze.

He had never had his head rubbed like this before. He was flustered and his face was a little hot. He was like a puppy wandering on the street. He was suddenly treated tenderly by someone. He timidly wanted to avoid it, but he was greedy for the short-term warmth. I'm afraid that my actions will scare people away.

At this time, heavy footsteps sounded outside, and Chu Zhao retracted his hand and looked at the door.

With a "squeak", the old wooden door was pushed open, and Murong Xiao strode in with a long sword in his hand: "Chu Zhao, I see that you are impatient!"

The next moment, his steps suddenly stopped, and he frowned at the two people in front of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a deep voice, his expression frighteningly gloomy.

Aao hurriedly put on the tattered bloody clothes that had fallen to his waist again.

But Chu Zhao was very calm: "Clean the wound, can't the prince see it?"

Murong Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister look flashed across his face.

"Absurd!" he said sternly, "As the Princess of Jingnan, you actually cleaned the wounds of a man slave. How can I lose face if word spreads about this?"

Chu Zhao laughed: "As Princess Jingnan, I live in a shabby yard next to the stables. If word spreads, the prince will have dignity?"

"You!" Murong Xiao was extremely angry, pointing the sword in his hand directly at her face, "Shameless ugly woman, tell me, is the adulterer you refused to confess to even to death this wretched slave?"